When Yu Chaoyun saw the young uncle go and return, he was also taken aback.

Although the young man didn't say that he wouldn't come back after leaving the Tiangong Division this time, she didn't expect that Nandao really just went out for a while, and then returned to the division very quietly.

It is worth mentioning.

The two of them didn't meet in that courtyard, but in a very cramped alley somewhere in the office.

The Qingtian Dao girl was holding the wooden sword and was looking around, as if she was looking for something.

"Why did Uncle Shi come back?"

Yu Chaoyun didn't know the stories in Huaidu, so he was naturally a little curious.

Nandao stood there with an umbrella in hand, looking up at the many bright red lights dotted in the fading rain curtain - probably like a lot of blood-stained ground.

The boy lowered his head and said calmly, "Because the things to be seen have already been finished." ”

Yu Chaoyun sighed.

Nandao looked at Yu Chaoyun for a long time, his eyes stopped at the wooden sword wrapped in cloth, thought for a while, and said, "Are you looking for You Chunshan?" ”

Yu Chaoyun hesitated for a moment, but still nodded, and said softly: "After Uncle Fang Cai left, I had a dream, in which the Donghai man was tied up and said that he was going to chop him up and stew him in soup, and then someone began to chop his head with an axe......

Nandao looked at this Qingtian Dao girl silently.

After a while, Nandao looked up at the many eaves on the alley, and then fell to the eaves of the office.

Yu Chaoyun looked up at the young man and asked with some puzzlement, "What is Uncle Shi going to do?" ”

Nandao just said calmly: "You come with me." ”

Yu Chaoyun hesitated a little, looked around a little like a thief, and then stepped on the wind and fell to the roofs.

Holding an umbrella, the boy walked quietly on the tiles of the eaves with red lights, until he came to a higher place before he stopped and sat down on the ridge of the roof.

Yu Chaoyun was afraid that he would trample on other people's tiles, so he walked very carefully, and it took a long time to keep up with the young man's steps.

In fact, it's probably hard for such a thing to happen.

After all, whether it is the Dao wind or the sword wind, they are all things that can make people's bodies light.

The young man was holding an umbrella as heavy as that, and he didn't step on those priests, let alone this Qingtian Dao girl.

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man sitting down on the edge of the roof - this is probably the scene that every teenager dreams, carrying a sword on his back and a pot of wine, sitting there very chic and looking into the distance, saying many emotional things.

This Qingtian Dao girl probably thought about it before.

It's a pity that she is a Taoist and not a sword cultivator, so after thinking about it, she didn't sit down, but stood there in a blue sky and green skirt, looking into the distance.

"You Chunshan is over there."

The boy sat there, looking at a cliff in the rain and mist, and whispered.

Yu Chaoyun was obviously a little surprised, and looked down at the young uncle on the side.

"Why is he there?"

This Qingtian Dao girl had always thought that You Chunshan was among these offices, so she had been looking for a place that might be a medical hall.

Nandao said calmly: "This is the secret of the Tiangong Division, I can only tell you this, if you are really curious in the future, maybe you can ask the master." ”

Yu Chaoyun turned his head, looked over there for a long time, and after a while, then said softly: "That's still it." ”

Nandao didn't say anything more, just sat there quietly.

In fact, the reason why the boy came here was not only to tell Yu Chaoyun where You Chunshan was.

What's more, maybe I also want to find a place to sit for a while - under the influence of a certain young man in a green dress in Heavenly Town, this boy under the umbrella also likes to sit in some such places and think quietly about something.

Yu Chaoyun quietly looked at the shadowy underground cliff there, and after a long time, he withdrew his gaze, but stopped at the pot of wine on the South Island.

"Uncle Shi went up there and bought a pot of wine?"

Nandao looked down at the pot of wine on his waist, was silent for a while, and said, "Yes." ”

After a little quiet, the young man said slowly: "I originally planned to take a few sips while looking at some scenery, but when I really got to that time, I found that I didn't have the heart to drink anymore." ”

Yu Chaoyun asked with some confusion: "Why?" ”

Nandao sat under the roof umbrella for a long time, and said calmly: "Because I am not happy at all, on the contrary, such a story only makes me feel very angry and cold." ”

The boy was talking about something very calmly, but he was thinking about something angrily.

Before he died, the squire had to say something that would make the boy unhappy.

So the young man who was supposed to drink a lot when he was dressed in white and died in a depravity, but he didn't even look at the final result, and walked through the world alone with an umbrella, and returned to these underground vaults.

Yu Chaoyun hesitated a little and said, "So what's the matter?" ”

Nandao took the parrot island from behind him, drew his sword, and placed it across his lap.

"I do have a very good, sharp sword." ——This is the answer of the young man when he faced a certain question in the Lingnan small building. He did have such a sword.

The young man raised his hand and gently stroked the sword body of the Streamer Sword, and in the extremely surprised gaze of the Qingtian Dao girl on the side, the sword body was gradually covered with fine snow and frost.

"Someone knew that I had one of these swords, and he thought I would kill people, so he tried to kill me in every possible way. Even if I die, I can't be happy. ”

The boy's voice was still calm.

It's just that Yu Chaoyun was able to hear the anger that the young man said.

"That's the kind of thing."

At this point, the boy fell silent.

Yu Chaoyun looked at the young man's sword for a long time, and then looked at the young man's umbrella, thought for a long time, and then asked softly: "Is the sword that Uncle Shi said a real sword or a fake sword?" ”

Nandao said slowly: "Is there any difference between a real sword and a fake sword?" ”

Yu Chaoyun sighed and said, "Because people can not hold swords." ”

Probably this is the difference between a real sword and a fake sword.

Nandao was silent for a long time, and naturally knew what Yu Chaoyun meant,

"This sword grows in my hand."

Yu Chaoyun's gaze stopped on the young man's umbrella, thought seriously for a long time, and said: "That is indeed an angry thing, after all, ......."

The girl from Qingtian Dao said softly: "After all, no one has the right to ask others to sacrifice their lives for righteousness - this is a self-used word. ”

The boy just sat there quietly.

Perhaps it is.

In the story of the teenager all the way, he also thought about self-termination.

It's just when someone says to him that you should die.

The boy would still be uncontrollably angry.

To sacrifice one's life for righteousness in exchange for the righteousness praised by the world is naturally extremely stupid self-moving.

Nandao did not doubt that if he had said to the dead white-clothed attendant that I would die, he would probably praise himself as a saint with great indignation.

But the South Island didn't want to be a saint.

He is not a man with tears in his eyes and love for the world.

It's just a teenager who accidentally walked under the umbrella and then couldn't break free.

Nandao looked at the fine snow of the sword on his knees for a long time.

This is, of course, an extremely complex and heavy issue.

Yu Chaoyun doesn't know how to face such stories, and she is not a person who needs to live under an umbrella all day long.

So after a long silence, the Qingtian Dao girl whispered: "It's naturally not good to always drink cold wine, I'll warm up the bar for Uncle Shi when I go back." ”

Nandao was silent for a moment, and said softly, "Thank you." ”

In fact, teenagers can naturally make their own hot wine.

As a sword cultivator, even if it is Lu Xiaosan, he can now ignite the sword fire by himself.

It's just hot wine and cold wine, which is not synonymous with warm words.

Yu Chaoyun jumped off the roof, looked at the young man who landed lightly in front of him, and walked towards the small courtyard while whispering: "In fact, for most people in the world, no one will be liked by the vast majority of people. ”

Nandao calmly walked ahead.

Yu Chaoyun continued: "It's the same way around. ”

This Qingtian Dao girl may have remembered some of her serious uncles.

"I heard that Uncle Jiang knows Uncle Jiang Shan Xue, in fact, Uncle Jiang is the same, no one likes him in the view, but there will not be many people who hate him. Sometimes, people just don't understand something. ”

The South Island was only silent for a long time.

"Uncle Shi himself said before that there are some things that I like...."

Yu Chaoyun's words were interrupted by the young man who stopped.

Nandao stood there for a long time, standing under the umbrella, standing in the midst of many astonishing and terrifying fine snow sword intents, and said calmly: "What if you don't like it yourself? ”

When people are happy and angry, they always say things that are inconsistent.

Perhaps when he left the Tiangong Division before, the boy was indeed happy.

Only now it's clearly not.

Yu Chaoyun was silent for a long time.

It was probably a reassuring sentence that made the comforting words she had been trying to think about pale in an instant.

This girl seemed to have suddenly understood the reason why such an uncle, who always seemed to avoid the world, was willing to take care of such a young man from the East China Sea.

It has never been Zhu Congwen and Nandao who are sympathetic.

Rather, it is Youchun Mountain and the South Island.

The young man who always said that it didn't matter if he fell twice, at some point, when some panic and powerlessness were exposed, in fact, the world could probably see his disgust for his own life.

Yu Chaoyun sighed and didn't say anything more.

And that young man is extremely nostalgic for Lingnan, Lu Xiaoxiao, and that junior brother at this time.

It's a pity that many things, after everything that felt like a long, boring and tedious time is gone forever, it really becomes an irreversible past.

At this moment, the boy suddenly wanted to hear Le Chaotian, who was nestled by the stove with a quilt, saying Senior brother, I want to eat fish.

It was a warm story in a snowfall.

It's not a chilling story from some May.

......

The boy wanted to go back to Lingnan to have a look.

It's just that the story of Lingnan seems to be far away.

......

The whole Huai is very secretive about the story that happened on that night.

No one ever spoke of such a night.

is not only a rebellion in the servants, but also a mysterious and missing Zhongshu Order, as well as those sword cultivators who have left the inclined platform.

No one seemed to know what happened between those sword cultivators of the Human Sword Sect and His Majesty that night.

It's just that sometimes when people in the world stand on top of some high-rise buildings in Huaidu and look into the distance, they are still a little frightened when they see such a long-lasting sword mark that remains in the far far north.

Whether that sword mark came from His Majesty or from some angry human sword cultivator, the world also didn't know.

After all, the realm of the Great Dao is already an extremely distant thing for the world.

Naturally, not to mention those sword cultivators above the nine stacks.

When Mei Xiyu saw Liu Qinghe again, the corner of the clothes of the Lord of Heavenly Hell, who was dressed in a golden-veined black robe, was very bizarrely missing.

It was on the long street of Siwufang at the end of May, and the prison master knocked on the door of the small courtyard of 90,000 yuan.

Mei Xiyu's gaze stayed on the missing corner of his clothes for a long time, and the prison master didn't hide it, but just smiled and said, "You also know, sometimes those who persuade and watch the play will inevitably be beaten. ”

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, perhaps glad that she left that night very simply.

This Taoist looked up in the direction of the Huaidu slanting platform—there was no sword intent there.

His Majesty is back, and everything in Huaidu will return to its proper state.

The streets and alleys are lively and prosperous, hanging back and forth, sitting on the ground and traveling dozens of miles a day.

Probably the only difference is that the east side of the city, where Meixiyu is located, is a little too quiet.

After all, there are no more noon guards knocking on the door to find faults.

Mei Xiyu looked at it for a long time, then lowered her head and looked at Liu Qinghe and saluted.

"What is the prison master doing here?"

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly and said, "Huaidu has some things that I need your help with. ”

Mei Xiyu was silent for a while, and then said softly: "The prison master probably doesn't want to hear me talk about going down to the river to bathe when I was a child. ”

When he heard Mei Xiyu suddenly say such a sentence, Liu Qinghe was stunned at first, and stood there a little dazedly, and it took a while to react, this is what he meant to scold his mother - after all, when the Taoist scolded Liu Qinghe I fuck your mother, this lord of heaven and hell said very sincerely, Didn't you go down to the river to take a bath when you were a child?

The great rivers in the world, to put it bluntly, are probably all Styx.

So the river demon and the river demon do have the same mother.

Liu Qinghe smiled, didn't care, just said: "It's better not to say it, after all, you said it, and you will have to apologize to me later." ”

Mei Xiyu frowned, and was about to say something, but she saw a small town girl who was coming this way, and then said softly: "The prison master will talk about it later." ”

Liu Qinghe followed Mei Xiyu's gaze, but he also saw such a girl wearing a floral skirt at the right time, the Lord of Heaven and Hell didn't say anything, just smiled and said, "Okay." ”

The Taoist walked towards the small town girl.

Maybe it's Huaiduju, it's really not easy, and Xu Chunhua is indeed not a person who wants to live in Huaidu for a long time, but she was a little worried at the beginning, and she wanted to find Meixiyu, because not long ago, she had already settled her salary with the restaurant, and planned to return to Qingtiandao Town in the next few days.

At this time, I naturally wanted to ask Mei Xiyu if there was anything that Mei Xiyu needed to bring back to the senior brothers in Guanli.

Mei Xiyu, a Taoist who has always been widowed, probably really has nothing to bring, so he shook his head, and then asked Xu Chunhua to wait for a while, and he will send her off later-after all, this Taoist is in prison in Huaidu, not playing in Huaidu, so naturally he can't leave Huaidu at will.

Liu Qinghe leaned against the side of the courtyard with his arms crossed, smiling slightly and looking at the two little lovers who were whispering a lot of things.

This lord of the heavenly prison also suddenly remembered the scene at the beginning of the story, when he and Li Chenghe were talking about some things outside the heavenly prison, he saw this small town girl holding an umbrella and walking through the streets of Huaidu.

Even if it was Liu Qinghe, he probably didn't expect that such a pair of little lovers of Qingtian Dao would really come back together in the end.

Is it really that good people have good rewards?

Liu Qinghe thought there very seriously.

A certain one called Zhang Xiaoyu probably doesn't have such a story.

When Mei Xiyu walked back, Liu Qinghe was still there in a daze, until this Taoist said: "The matter of the prison master can be talked about later, I will leave for a while." ”

Mei Xiyu naturally didn't want to pay attention to this bastard Liu Qinghe anymore, so if she could shirk it, she naturally had to find a way to shirk it.

Liu Qinghe laughed and said, "I don't need to talk about it later, it's the same now." ”

Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe with some confusion.

The Lord of Heavenly Hell smiled and said quietly: "Because speaking of which, this is a matter of your Qingtian Dao, so you need to go back to Qingtian Dao." ”

Mei Xiyu looked at Liu Qinghe in some surprise, but suddenly remembered Qin Chulai, who came in a hurry.

Then he said with a solemn expression: "I don't know what the prison master said? ”

Liu Qinghe said slowly: "When Song Yingxin, the head of the Tiangong Division, checked the records of the Tiangong Division, he found some very strange things. So he wants you to go back and ask, eleven years ago, on the occasion of His Majesty's birthday, the scholar who had come to Huaidu to send a congratulatory gift on behalf of the Hanging Xue Courtyard was a person who left the Qingtian Dao on an autumn day in the 983rd year of the Great Wind Calendar. ”

Mei Xiyu listened to these two times with some confusion, pondered for a long time, and then said softly: "I don't know what the relationship between the two is?" ”

Liu Qinghe said lightly: "Of course, when His Majesty was born, that person once appeared in a certain Huaidu street and alley at the same time as Li Shi of Shanhe Guan. ”

Mei Xiyu heard this, but she finally understood what Liu Qinghe meant.

He said in a deep voice: "Lord Prison Master thinks that the roots of the nineteen chapters in the world today come from the Qingtian Dao? ”

Liu Qinghe smiled slightly.

"The story of Bai Fengyu is from Qingtian Dao."

So everything seems perfectly reasonable.

Mei Xiyu was silent for a long time, and said softly: "Okay." ”